Bitch, you cannot get no hibachi
No more hibachi
Shawty askin' for hibachi, told her I ain't bossman dlow
I got smackers at your door and they got fire point at your peep hole
Fatt said 20 in this room and don't want one, well, I want three hoes
He told lies to his ma dukes, got in that room and lost his G-code
Man, these niggas really be bitches, man, these niggas really be pussy
I still think about my ex hoe, man, I think I name a shh
I'm a vet' I'm still young, these niggas knowin' I ain't no rookie
And I'll shoot out with APD before I let them crackers book me
I'm so clean and I'm so fresh, havin' racks, thank God I'm blessed
Seen his ass walk in that publix, not one shot below his neck
These lil' niggas clickin' up in they ass thinkin' it's a flex
Double down every time we slide, tell them niggas come correct
I'm so fresh and I'm so clean, pop my shit just like a bean
If I ever go back broke, I'm sellin' fent to all these fiends
Hop out shootin' all my opps with clips that's longer than Kareem
They all scared behind his death, they left his face right on that scene
Shawty askin' for hibachi, told her I ain't Bossmann dlow
I got smackers at your door and they got fire point at your peep hole
Fatt said 20 in this room and don't want one, well, I want three hoes
He told lies to him, all dudes got in that room and lost their G code
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Bitch, you cannot get no hibachi
No more hibachi
Shawty askin' for hibachi, told her I ain't bossman dlow
I got smackers at your door and they got fire point at your peep hole
Fatt said 20 in this room and don't want one, well, I want three hoes
He told lies to his ma dukes, got in that room and lost his G-code
Man, these niggas really be bitches, man, these niggas really be pussy
I still think about my ex hoe, man, I think I name a shh
I'm a vet' I'm still young, these niggas knowin' I ain't no rookie
And I'll shoot out with APD before I let them crackers book me
I'm so clean and I'm so fresh, havin' racks, thank God I'm blessed
Seen his ass walk in that publix, not one shot below his neck
These lil' niggas clickin' up in they ass thinkin' it's a flex
Double down every time we slide, tell them niggas come correct
I'm so fresh and I'm so clean, pop my shit just like a bean
If I ever go back broke, I'm sellin' fent to all these fiends
Hop out shootin' all my opps with clips that's longer than Kareem
They all scared behind his death, they left his face right on that scene
Shawty askin' for hibachi, told her I ain't Bossmann dlow
I got smackers at your door and they got fire point at your peep hole
Fatt said 20 in this room and don't want one, well, I want three hoes
He told lies to him, all dudes got in that room and lost their G code
No more hibachi
Shawty askin' for hibachi, told her I ain't bossman dlow
I got smackers at your door and they got fire point at your peep hole
Fatt said 20 in this room and don't want one, well, I want three hoes
He told lies to his ma dukes, got in that room and lost his G-code
Man, these niggas really be bitches, man, these niggas really be pussy
I still think about my ex hoe, man, I think I name a shh
I'm a vet' I'm still young, these niggas knowin' I ain't no rookie
And I'll shoot out with APD before I let them crackers book me
I'm so clean and I'm so fresh, havin' racks, thank God I'm blessed
Seen his ass walk in that publix, not one shot below his neck
These lil' niggas clickin' up in they ass thinkin' it's a flex
Double down every time we slide, tell them niggas come correct
I'm so fresh and I'm so clean, pop my shit just like a bean
If I ever go back broke, I'm sellin' fent to all these fiends
Hop out shootin' all my opps with clips that's longer than Kareem
They all scared behind his death, they left his face right on that scene
Shawty askin' for hibachi, told her I ain't Bossmann dlow
I got smackers at your door and they got fire point at your peep hole
Fatt said 20 in this room and don't want one, well, I want three hoes
He told lies to him, all dudes got in that room and lost their G code
Writer: J’khi Gaddis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid